On Sunday, finally getting rid of the endless classroom self-study, Xi Fan went to the young master with the prepared food as usual.

But I saw a scene that made her heart crack.

Several boys, while laughing, kept hitting the young master's body with sticks, and the young master was beaten by them and was covered in blood, lying on the ground and convulsing.

"Ahh What are you doing! ”

Xi Fan rushed straight up, knocked away an unsuspecting boy, and pounced on the young master's body, and the young master's blood immediately soaked the down jacket on her body.

It's just that she came too late, and the young master was too seriously injured, and she was able to survive until now because she wanted to wait for Xi Fan to come.

This time is the time when Xi Fan will come to it every day, so it breathes a sigh of relief, just to see Xi Fan again.

It saw it, the corners of its mouth slowly grinned, as if it was smiling, and it stretched out its tongue with difficulty and licked Xi Fan's hand, and then closed its eyes.

"Young Master......"

Holding the young master who stopped breathing, there was only one sentence in Xi Fan's mind repeated:

My only friend, gone.

"Ah!!h

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Xi Fan in the bubble tea shop cried silently, bursting into tears.

The uncle sat across from her and silently handed over a piece of paper.

The seating arrangements in this bubble tea shop are quite deliberate, with small round tables without covering, and multi-person seats with baffles.

The uncle took Xi Fan to sit in the kind of multi-person seat that was somewhat occluded, so even if she cried so sadly, it didn't attract special attention from others.

Seeing that Xi Fan no longer spoke, the uncle said softly: "Can you tell me how you drove those people away in the end?" ”

Xi Fan was silent and did not reply.

The uncle didn't care, and continued to ask, "This incident just happened, right?" Where is the young master now? ”

Xi Fan suddenly stiffened: "Young master...... I left the young master there! I'm going to find it! ”

Standing up violently, Xi Fan's leg hit the corner of the table, making a loud noise, but she didn't feel any pain at all, and was about to rush out.

The uncle grabbed her arm again, and said in a calm tone: "Slow down, I'll accompany you." ”

followed Xi Fan all the way to the back of her community, because it was far away from the road and close to the courtyard wall, Xi Fan leaned against the courtyard wall relatively easily, and used a few wooden planks to help the young master build a shelter, so that it could also have a place to hide from the rain on rainy days.

Now, there will never be a young master here.

Because there are relatively few people passing here, the young master's body is still on the ground and has not been cleaned up.

Xi Fan walked to the young master step by step, and then knelt beside it, crying bitterly.

The uncle let her cry.

Because crying is also a kind of catharsis.

The uncle silently walked to the kennel, removed a plank, and walked aside to dig in the hard ground.

Fortunately, although it is already winter, after all, it has not snowed, and the sun is not bad in the afternoon, and the soil is not so difficult to dig.

When Xi Fan was tired of crying and just sobbed softly, the uncle also dug a small pit one meter square on the ground.

Putting down the plank, the uncle walked up to Xi Fan and whispered to her: "Let's send it away, it is a very good dog, although it is gone now, but maybe it is just a different way, and it is still guarding you." ”

Yes, the young master is still there, and he can't let it lie on the cold ground like this.

Xi Fan picked up the young master, gently put it in the soil pit, and buried it with his own hands.

On the other side, the memories that happened in Xi Fan's consciousness were condensed into a piece of light and shadow by the Mixed Yuan Emperor, and they could be seen by the flowing fire squatting on the side.